When you and your wife get back this way, lok me up. I'll take you on the best trails.....Three even have waterfalls!!
Fall is the best time to do the trails. All the colors and the views are amazing!
Ever have anything weird happen to you?
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Fall is the best time to do the trails. All the colors and the views are amazing!
It sounds really familiar. I don't know if it's because it is a popular phrase, or because I saw it in a movie or read it in a story?
No cookie for me.
Careful. I may take you up on that. Don't know when we will ever get back that way though. I do appreciate the invite. Fall along the Blue Ridge is so beautiful.
I had something weird happen to me today. I drive nearly all day every day so I've seen a lot. Never saw a roll over till today. On the other side of the four lane I saw something seem to separate from a truck. I was thinking is that a tire? Then suddenly the truck swerved sideways and I'm thinking you got to cut your wheels into the direction of slide. Oh man too late. The corner bit to the pavement and over it went. Rolled over about four times and came to rest in the overgrown ditch.
I caught the next emergency cut across and pulled up behind it dreading what I would find. I was first on scene and any medical stuff would fall on me till the EMT's got there. The first thing I see is a deer poke it's head up from the weeds. Okay it wasn't a tire but a deer. It took off for the woods. As I'm making my way to the truck with phone in hand about to dial a guy gets out rubbing his head. I ask if he is okay and he says he is. I don't see any blood but he may have taken a hard lick and have internal injuries. I tell him I'm dialing 911 and he tells me in broken English not to and he will make the call to his boss. And sure enough I see he has his phone out and he is calling. I figure he is illegal. I ask again about calling for help but he is already talking to somebody. Other folks are pulling over. He looks at me and says "I'm okay" once more so I just get back in my truck and go about my day. I hope he is. He was moving about well. I worried maybe I should have called anyway.
I have come upon wrecks where nothing could be done but I tried anyway. I was so grateful this wasn't one of those.
....actual spirits or the liquid kind?.....
Sometimes I hear weird noises in the house. Today I felt like something knocked against the window behind me as I was typing a post. A few months ago there was a loud bang on the roof. It may have been a bird or a spirit of some kind. I don't know. Sometimes I get paranoid about the occult materials I have lying around my house. I am very superstitious. If I have bad luck after I try something new then I will usually throw it out or stop doing it. I got rid of 4 decks of oracle cards and a deck of zombie apocalypse tarot cards last week. But I couldn't bring myself to part with my gilded tarot deck, my ouija board and my magic books. I spent quite a bit of money on those things. I think I will just keep them but not use them.
Neesy
#1 fan (Annie Wilkes cousin) 1st cousin Mom's side
Thanks for posting this and thereby 'bumping' the thread - I just spent some time going over posts from the beginning right through this post.
It was like a trip down Memory Lane
This didn't happen to me but to Andy (my hubby) - he had a horrible nightmare where his deceased wife appeared to him with bright light shining out through her eyes, nose and the hole in her throat [she had had a laryngectomy due to cancer]
She said to him "I'm coming to get you - You're next" This was not long before he actually got a diagnosis of squamous cell carcinoma under his tongue
She was wrong about one thing though - she did not get to meet him in the afterlife because that was in 2007 and he is still alive and kicking in 2020!
....I don't think the cards or any of that memorabilia is inherently dangerous, unless they were owned by someone else and might have a lingering presence....however, Ouija is never something to mess with or take lightly....I truly believe they can be gateways....
......it's all dangerous as hell if you don't know (& fully understand) what you're doing, and don't have the right intentions.
nature will find ways to weed out idiots......
Speaking of boards... I think my Candy Land board might be haunted. I keep getting stuck in Molasses Swamp.....
Jinkies! You might need the help of some meddlin' kids!
I saw what must be characterized as ghosts once. Does that classify as weird? It was a long time ago, i was perhaps 20 years old and i was taking an evening walk in the forests where our summerhouse was in southern Sweden. Vast forests. mostly spruce and pine. Rge area i was walking in was a farm and two summerhouses and then nothing but trees. When walking on the little road i saw two faces looking out on me from the forest. Strange, since i know there are no people living in these forests.. I walk on and when look back a while later they were walking on the road a few meters behind me. It was a man and a woman and they were dressed in very oldfashioned clothes and both had friendly wrinkles in their face. They didn't look or feel threatening but they shouldnt be there. We ****inued in this fashion for awhile while i tried to figure out who they could be. Then i passed a bend in the road and lost sight of them. They never passed the bend and i never saw them again. Some days later i asked the farmer, whose family had been on these lands for a long time, if he knew anything. I tried to formulate the question without saying anything about the sighting , didn't want him to think i had gone crazy but i doubt i fooled him, that farmer, John his name was, was no dummy. Anyway he told me that once, in his grandfathers time he thought, there had been another small farm driven by an elderly couple but of that house only the foundations remained. He gave directions and i found the foundations to a very small cottage just a bit from where i had first seen them look out from the forest. Thats my weird experience. I still don't have a good explanation for it but i know what i saw.
I'm going to tell this one again. It's my favorite ghost story because I was there. I was the protagonist in fact. Up until this point in my life I only believed in science. I enjoyed ghost stories yet never considered them anything but imagination. This forced me to think otherwise. And if I were ever to look over and see Stephen King sitting next to me it's the one I would tell him.
We had come from Pall Mall, Tennessee. Sergeant York's home to be specific. He was a fascinating bastard and part of me resonates with his not wanting to kill. He was really good at it though. Anyway, we stopped by Highland Manor winery on the way out of town and picked up some wine that was really good. We always stop at wineries and Tennessee rarely lets us down. After a winding mountain road we spent the evening in Knoxville and stopped by to see some famous cabins like the one in the series Daniel Boone with Fess Parker that I grew up on as a boy.
None of that means a lick but we came into Gatlinburg late because of it. We had pulled up to hotels all along the Pigeon river and been told there were no vacancies before reaching the next to last one. The Riverhouse Motor Lodge. A young fellow behind the desk had told me there were no rooms available there either but as I turned away he said "there is... one". He was hesitating and looking at the board with one key on it and said "well... I guess it will be okay." I jumped on it. Heck yeah I'll take it. It was up a flight of stairs and was seventies decor with lime green carpet, teak paneling, and old fake paintings like you would get with greenstamps but it was more spacious than most luxury hotels and the fireplace was huge. Our room had twin queen beds and we chose the one closest the fire which we built right away because it was early November in the mountains.
We sat on the balcony eating deli sandwiches and feeding trout in the Pigeon river with bread scraps. We sipped the wine and took in the beauty of nature and folks I recommend the Smokies for that. It is a beautiful place. We tossed crumbs to the river trout from our second floor private balcony but kept being bothered by squirrels and redbirds so we left them some crumbs and cheese on the railing and went back inside to sit on the huge hearth before the fire. It was cold outside but the hearth large and its stones warm on our skin. I'm sure it was made for what we did there.
We took the next tryst to the bed and fed each other cheese with copious wine between rounds. Eventually we were sated and sotted enough to drift off in bliss. I felt as if I had been asleep only a short while, if at all, when I felt the bed behind me sink and her cold body press against my back. Her nipples were like two chilled nickels. Despite the great sex I felt it was rude to come from the balcony so cold and snuggle against me like that. What was she doing out there anyway? I was going to complain when I suddenly realized Rena was spooned warm to my front.
Holy hell I woke up fully then. I sat up looking in every corner and crevice. That DID NOT feel like a dream. I could still feel the fading cold of those nipples and it made me shiver. I looked at the rumpled covers next to me but there was nothing there. I thought back to the bed sinking and the tug of covers exactly as if someone had pulled them over themselves. Rena was dead asleep. I was wide awake and would be for over a half hour. But what can you do in the dead of night staring at shadows and creeped the hell out except slide back where you were and attempt sleep? After a few more darting eyes at nothing, just in case, I did eventually go back to sleep.
That can be explained by lucid dream or excess carbon monoxide from the fire or something right? About an hour later I woke up shivering. I looked around. There were no covers. None. We were still in our naked spoon never having moved but there was not a stitch atop us, no sheet, no blanket, no comforter. I looked on my side of the bed. Nothing. I looked on her side. Nothing. I couldn't have woken in a Kansas corn field and felt more strange. They had to be somewhere.
I turned on the bedside light. Nothing. I got up and looked around the room. Nothing. I went into the bathroom thinking maybe Rena got up and in her sleep dragged them there. No. I looked in the fireplace. Just the logs burning down. I looked on the balcony. Nothing. Not even over the rail unless she had reached the river with them and they floated on down it. I went back to the bathroom and looked in the shower. I looked in the cabinet that held the firewood. What the hell? They had to be somewhere. I was going to give up and take the covers off the other bed when I saw them, just a corner, peeking out from under the foot of the bed. They had been tucked under nearly out of sight.
I remade the bed and crawled back in. This **** was creeping me out. I thought about the covers being slowly pulled off and tucked under the bed while I slept. I didn't know what to think. What would you think? Would you be all sane logic at one in the morning? I wanted to talk to Rena but she was dead zonked out and never moved during any of this. Hadn't all night. That kind of worried me too but she was breathing okay so I just spooned against her back again and waited for sleep. Eventually I did.
About an hour later I woke up shivering again. No covers. What? Just in case I didn't believe the **** the first time it happened again? Yes. There they were tucked under the end of the bed. I got up bone cold naked and stoked the fire to a roar. I stood there warming. Am I going to have to stay up all night? Oh god what if I woke up to the covers slowly sliding off? I said aloud "okay, I appreciate you are lonely, but I have to get some sleep". I went over and tucked the cover well, military corners and everything. Then I held them open just enough to slide in. I slept till morning. The covers stayed on.
I told Rena about it when she woke up. She was fascinated. Oh it was funny in daylight too. We both got a kick out of it. I took a picture of her grinning on the "ghost bed". I was still a little shaken and laughed it off thinking how scared I was in the night. How silly it was now. Rena called down to get breakfast sent up. They told her nobody was in room 147. Yes there is. We are. It was the last room available. No. That room is closed. Look, we are in it, so I know it isn't. Just send up our food. As she hung up the phone she went dee dee dee dee like Twilight Zone.
I'm sure it can all be explained but it didn't feel like it when it happened. I wish we could stay there again but Riverhouse was one of those that burned during the wildfire that swept through. It was the most strange thing of three really strange things that have happened to me. Each of them left me with cognitive dissonance trying to place reason in the place of what I knew to be true. This one made me question whether ghosts are real. I go over it in my head quite a bit.
We had come from Pall Mall, Tennessee. Sergeant York's home to be specific. He was a fascinating bastard and part of me resonates with his not wanting to kill. He was really good at it though. Anyway, we stopped by Highland Manor winery on the way out of town and picked up some wine that was really good. We always stop at wineries and Tennessee rarely lets us down. After a winding mountain road we spent the evening in Knoxville and stopped by to see some famous cabins like the one in the series Daniel Boone with Fess Parker that I grew up on as a boy.
None of that means a lick but we came into Gatlinburg late because of it. We had pulled up to hotels all along the Pigeon river and been told there were no vacancies before reaching the next to last one. The Riverhouse Motor Lodge. A young fellow behind the desk had told me there were no rooms available there either but as I turned away he said "there is... one". He was hesitating and looking at the board with one key on it and said "well... I guess it will be okay." I jumped on it. Heck yeah I'll take it. It was up a flight of stairs and was seventies decor with lime green carpet, teak paneling, and old fake paintings like you would get with greenstamps but it was more spacious than most luxury hotels and the fireplace was huge. Our room had twin queen beds and we chose the one closest the fire which we built right away because it was early November in the mountains.
We sat on the balcony eating deli sandwiches and feeding trout in the Pigeon river with bread scraps. We sipped the wine and took in the beauty of nature and folks I recommend the Smokies for that. It is a beautiful place. We tossed crumbs to the river trout from our second floor private balcony but kept being bothered by squirrels and redbirds so we left them some crumbs and cheese on the railing and went back inside to sit on the huge hearth before the fire. It was cold outside but the hearth large and its stones warm on our skin. I'm sure it was made for what we did there.
We took the next tryst to the bed and fed each other cheese with copious wine between rounds. Eventually we were sated and sotted enough to drift off in bliss. I felt as if I had been asleep only a short while, if at all, when I felt the bed behind me sink and her cold body press against my back. Her nipples were like two chilled nickels. Despite the great sex I felt it was rude to come from the balcony so cold and snuggle against me like that. What was she doing out there anyway? I was going to complain when I suddenly realized Rena was spooned warm to my front.
Holy hell I woke up fully then. I sat up looking in every corner and crevice. That DID NOT feel like a dream. I could still feel the fading cold of those nipples and it made me shiver. I looked at the rumpled covers next to me but there was nothing there. I thought back to the bed sinking and the tug of covers exactly as if someone had pulled them over themselves. Rena was dead asleep. I was wide awake and would be for over a half hour. But what can you do in the dead of night staring at shadows and creeped the hell out except slide back where you were and attempt sleep? After a few more darting eyes at nothing, just in case, I did eventually go back to sleep.
That can be explained by lucid dream or excess carbon monoxide from the fire or something right? About an hour later I woke up shivering. I looked around. There were no covers. None. We were still in our naked spoon never having moved but there was not a stitch atop us, no sheet, no blanket, no comforter. I looked on my side of the bed. Nothing. I looked on her side. Nothing. I couldn't have woken in a Kansas corn field and felt more strange. They had to be somewhere.
I turned on the bedside light. Nothing. I got up and looked around the room. Nothing. I went into the bathroom thinking maybe Rena got up and in her sleep dragged them there. No. I looked in the fireplace. Just the logs burning down. I looked on the balcony. Nothing. Not even over the rail unless she had reached the river with them and they floated on down it. I went back to the bathroom and looked in the shower. I looked in the cabinet that held the firewood. What the hell? They had to be somewhere. I was going to give up and take the covers off the other bed when I saw them, just a corner, peeking out from under the foot of the bed. They had been tucked under nearly out of sight.
I remade the bed and crawled back in. This **** was creeping me out. I thought about the covers being slowly pulled off and tucked under the bed while I slept. I didn't know what to think. What would you think? Would you be all sane logic at one in the morning? I wanted to talk to Rena but she was dead zonked out and never moved during any of this. Hadn't all night. That kind of worried me too but she was breathing okay so I just spooned against her back again and waited for sleep. Eventually I did.
About an hour later I woke up shivering again. No covers. What? Just in case I didn't believe the **** the first time it happened again? Yes. There they were tucked under the end of the bed. I got up bone cold naked and stoked the fire to a roar. I stood there warming. Am I going to have to stay up all night? Oh god what if I woke up to the covers slowly sliding off? I said aloud "okay, I appreciate you are lonely, but I have to get some sleep". I went over and tucked the cover well, military corners and everything. Then I held them open just enough to slide in. I slept till morning. The covers stayed on.
I told Rena about it when she woke up. She was fascinated. Oh it was funny in daylight too. We both got a kick out of it. I took a picture of her grinning on the "ghost bed". I was still a little shaken and laughed it off thinking how scared I was in the night. How silly it was now. Rena called down to get breakfast sent up. They told her nobody was in room 147. Yes there is. We are. It was the last room available. No. That room is closed. Look, we are in it, so I know it isn't. Just send up our food. As she hung up the phone she went dee dee dee dee like Twilight Zone.
I'm sure it can all be explained but it didn't feel like it when it happened. I wish we could stay there again but Riverhouse was one of those that burned during the wildfire that swept through. It was the most strange thing of three really strange things that have happened to me. Each of them left me with cognitive dissonance trying to place reason in the place of what I knew to be true. This one made me question whether ghosts are real. I go over it in my head quite a bit.
Neesy
#1 fan (Annie Wilkes cousin) 1st cousin Mom's side
Wow - that was a great story - thank you!
Ever have anything weird happen to you?
Yes, I just plugged in a usb device and got the plug the right direction on the first try. I don't think that's ever happened before.
Yes, I just plugged in a usb device and got the plug the right direction on the first try. I don't think that's ever happened before.
Ever have anything weird happen to you?
Yes, I just plugged in a usb device and got the plug the right direction on the first try. I don't think that's ever happened before.
I love this story, Scratch. Thanks for sharing it again.
I'm still waiting for you and the missus to visit me in NC.......we'll go to Grandfather Mountain, and explore some local haunted places!!
....great tale Scratch and fine riposte Joe!....